Dan Fogelberg - Sketches

^DmLate in the summer when the ^Emcottonwood ^Adies The ^Dmfields are on fire with ^Eb7green bottleflies And I'm ^Dmstill seeing reflections of ^Emme in your ^Aeyes

And ^Bbwhy did you ^Cleave last ^Dmsummer [Verse] Now, the ^Dmseasons are changing from ^Emsummer to ^Afall And I've ^Dmstill got that picture ^Eb7hung on my wall And there's ^Dmso much forgotten and ^Emtoo much re^Acalled

And ^Bbwhy did you ^Cleave at ^Dmall [Interlude] Dm Bb Dm Bb

^DmStanding be^Bbside you ^Dmmid-winter ^Bbday ^DmHearts beating ^A7close ^Bbmaj7together ^DmWishing that ^Bbwe'd found ^Dmsomeway to ^Bbmake ^DmThat moment ^A7last for^Bbmaj7ever

^GmStanding silent laughing ^A7Breathing steam ^GmGazing down into a ^A7freezing stream ^Bbmaj7I saw the face of a ^Am7child ^Bbmaj7I saw the face of a ^Achild.